There was no movement around, and the gunshots outside seemed to be getting further and further away from the factory.

"Are you in trouble with Ovilia?" Frito held the gear with one hand. While thinking about this, his cross's pupils suddenly tightened, and his body naturally took a few steps back. The gear was also blocked in front of him instinctively.

The scorching breath suddenly hit his face, and the temperature-induced image in his eyes was occupied by a piece of red in an instant. The gears heated up quickly, and at the lower middle position, there was an orange-red area of ​​steel there, and the iron began to drip, and then a bright red sword tip broke through the gear and stabbed him in the chest.

Frito immediately turned the gear, trying to get the tip of the sword in the gear. But it seemed that the temperature was underestimated on it. The steel gear was like a thin piece of paper. In less than a breath, it cut the tip of the sliding sword in half. After a few steps back, Frito picked up another gear and was about to throw it over. A few bursting sounds had already come to his ears in advance. The wall next to the metal door in front of him expanded outward, and then two dark red ballistic lines were shaped like shadows, breaking through the wall and shooting towards his body.

After biting his teeth, Frito unconsciously took a few steps back under the huge kinetic energy of the bullet before he stabilized his body. He didn't bother to pull out the two bullets embedded in his abdomen, and grabbed the gears on the shelf beside him and threw them hard towards the metal door in front of him. Several dark red sword lights passed by, and the gears all turned into two halves.

"Ding!" I wanted to throw a few more gears to block Cassia's footsteps, but the gears I grabbed in my hand were hit by the bullets that followed, and the holes that penetrated were exploded. The huge force even flipped backwards with Frito's hand.

"Dongdongdongdongdong,,," In the blink of an eye, the other five bullets had already cut into half from the pieces and had not yet landed, and all of them were criticized on his body.

The kinetic energy that could not be absorbed in time made Frito's body retreat backwards quickly. He quickly took the shelf and stopped in place as if it was frozen. His arm turned into a chain, and while using the shelf to offset the terrifying impact force on several blue silver bullets, he wanted to pull his body straight. But the right-angled steel grasped in his hand had been twisted and deformed for a short moment. The next moment he could not bear the sudden huge pulling force and broke. Frito fell to the ground, rubbing a meter or two away before completely stopping his body. The shelf also shaking violently, and the light-weight gear placed on the top layer was shaken down and hit Frito's body.

Fritto quickly supported his body, wanted to stand up, and then ran to an open area like the test area. But the exposed bright red muscles on his face suddenly trembled uncontrollably, as if he wanted to make a surprise expression, the cross pupils in his eyes also expanded outwards. In the temperature-sensing image in his head, an object that was about to turn white was flying towards him, stabbing to the heart that was beating more and more violently in his chest.

Without any time to think about it, he could only stretch out his hands and grab the incandescent object in his hand. The high-temperature sword blade cut his palm, and finally offset the power on the aerodynamic sword. The tip of the sword stopped a few centimeters above his heart.

"Shit,,," the burning fried sound, the skin on Fritto's palm turned completely black when he grabbed the sword body of the pneumatic weapon, and the more shiny the pneumatic weapon was, it turned completely black. The exoskeleton under the skin could not resist the high temperature of the pneumatic sword. While it was smoked black, the bones were also burned by the high temperature and became fragile.

The burnt smell stirred into Frito's breath with scorching air. He was moving his hands to throw the pneumatic weapon aside. But Cassia had already swung a huge disc gear from the bottom of the shelf, jumped in front of Frito, and then smashed it hard towards the hilt of the pneumatic sword.

With the muffled sound of "dong", Frito's hands could not keep up with the speed of Cassia's rotating disc gear, but it only barely deviated the tip of the pneumatic sword from his heart. The pneumatic sword had already penetrated his body, and most of the sword body pierced his body and penetrated under the concrete ground.

The high-pressure gas in the body found its outlet, and at this time, it brought a piece of coke-formed organ tissue inside, turning into black smoke, splashing out from around the pneumatic sword at a height of several meters. The expanded body shrank a circle, and the blood turned into an unpleasant gas, leaking through the gap, filling around Fritto.

His body was still struggling violently, and the cross pupils in Fritto's eyes appeared in a trance for a moment, and all the vague sounds of pain were blocked in his throat. He saw Cassia's feet that wanted to step on his chest, and roared out of his mouth, blocking his dark hands in front of his chest, and then his body suddenly pulled to the side under the guidance of his own legs.

The pneumatic sword nailed to the ground cut through his right chest and cut a charred sword mark. At the same time, he led the foot that Cassia stepped down to the side with both hands, dodged and stood up with the shelf. Then, without any hesitation, he kicked the ground with his feet and ran towards the front of the shelf frantically. The blood broke through the burnt substance that was stuck together and splashed out, spilling all the way.

"Dingding,,," the sound of the bell that was declared like the end. Two or three seconds later, Fritor's confused head finally realized that the sound of the shell falling down and hitting the ground. Six bullets had hit him almost at the same time. His body was knocked away by the bullets, and he felt that he was running faster. A large amount of blood and internal organs squeezed out from the wound of his broken right chest. Then he fell heavily to the ground. Fritor's rolling body lifted a bright red mark on the wet ground.

Blood foam began to emerge from his mouth and nose, and his rolling body stopped after hitting the detection machine. He supported his body and stood up, but the huge pressure had hit his back and pressed him to the ground.

"Ahhhh,,,," The burning sensation that was transmitted into the body through the exoskeleton, and the sudden sense of fear made him roar. It lasted for less than two seconds, and the sound suddenly came, and there was a sudden scream of the super steam compression device that was not affected at all.

Cassia looked at Frito's head without facial skin. Blood was slowly flowing out of the broken neck, and soon invaded the large area of ​​the ground. He pulled the switch on the pneumatic sword, and the red and hot sword body began to cool down, and the color faded and turned gray and black. The scales on his face had all melted away, revealing the redness below. The hair also became sparse, and the cuticle on his hands disappeared. Most of the black scales on his body were hidden when he returned to the room at the bottom of the warehouse. Almost all of the left body was soaked in blood under the skin, an abnormal dark purple color. It was not until this time that Cassia realized the power of the huge shotgun. The lethality of the iron sand made of tiny balls was not completely blocked by the black scales. The protection was only the surface, and the inside of the body was still affected as it should.
Chapter completed!